"Steamy with a side of sass - I loved The Billionaire in Her Bed!" - NYT Bestselling Author, Jennifer Probst
Real estate mogul Eli Ward hasn’t had the best of luck lately–someone keeps stealing projects out from under him. So, with his new project, he’s keeping a low profile. Plus, he’s anticipating a fight from the somewhat eclectic folks currently living in the building. What he wasn’t anticipating was that the fight would be led by Brooke Worthington, the woman who absolutely rocked his world one unforgettable night. She might be the only woman in the city who doesn’t know who he is, which is refreshing…and tempting.
Graphic designer and part-time bartender Brooke Worthington is not interested in following her family’s plan for her. But she is interested in sharing a drink…and more…with a sexy stranger in a suit when her shift ends. The last thing she expects is to run into him again a few days later at a neighborhood meeting. Eli is hot, really hot, but she can’t afford distractions now that she has to save her building from some greedy real estate billionaire. Only, staying away isn't as easy as she thought, especially when she learns exactly who Eli really is.
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About the Author
Regina Kyle knew she was destined to be an author when she won a writing contest at age ten with a touching tale about a squirrel and a nut pie. By day, she writes dry legal briefs, representing the state in criminal appeals. At night, she writes steamy romance with heart and humor.
A lover of all things theatrical, Regina lives on the Connecticut coast with her husband, teenage daughter and two melodramatic cats. When she’s not writing, she’s most likely singing, reading, cooking or watching bad reality television. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and of her local RWA chapter.
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A homeless guy taking refuge from the cold at the far end of the bar with a shot of Fireball whiskey, two twenty-somethings who looked like they'd accidentally wandered into a war zone, and Wayne, Flotsam and Jetsam's answer to Norm from Cheers.
Yep. Another hopping Tuesday night in Sunset Park West, Brooklyn.
"That's it for you." Brooke Worthington snatched away Wayne's empty beer bottle before he could ask for another. "Time to go home. Is your wife on the way, or should I get you an Uber?"
"Uber," he croaked, his breath smelling like stale cigarettes and his preferred brand of cheap beer.
Her shift couldn't end soon enough.
She grabbed a towel and a spray bottle of disinfectant from beneath the bar and started to scrub the scarred oak surface. "Go to the bathroom and freshen up. I'll take care of the car."
He let out a loud burp and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Gross. "Thanks, Brooke. You're too good to me."
"Don't I know it." She waved him away. "Go. Before I change my mind and call your wife."
"You wouldn't." He teetered on his stool, grabbing the bar rail to keep from falling.
She arched a brow at him. "Wouldn't I?"
He eased himself off the stool with all the grace of a spastic walrus and tottered toward the bathroom. Brooke went back to the task at hand, holding her breath against the strong smell of the disinfectant.
Probably a holdover from all the time she'd spent sitting in hospital rooms, waiting for Mallory to finish chemo or radiation. To this day, she associated the smell of ammonia with sickness. Ammonia and anxiety, with a side order of dried blood and unwashed feet, saturating the air like an old sponge. It gave her the willies.
A deep, husky voice conjured images of naked bodies, sweaty and entwined, stopping her rag mid-swipe. Had it been so long since she'd had sex that some random guy's Barry White impression was all it took to shift her brain into bad porno mode? She mentally tallied up the days, which quickly multiplied into months. And months. And months.
Yep. It had.
She raised her head, ready to feast her eyes on the holder of the voice that had her girly parts doing the Macarena, and her breath caught in her throat. If she hadn't been holding on to the bar for dear life, she would have crumpled onto the beer-stained floor like Wayne almost taking a header off his barstool, except she would have been more of a puddle of lust than a drunken heap.
Tall. Christ, he was tall. Probably six-one or six-two, and every inch of him long, lean, and lip-smacking. She let her gaze linger on his magnificently manly chest and impossibly broad shoulders before traveling up to his chiseled jaw, dotted with the perfect amount of sexy stubble. Dark hair fell in waves over his brow, and piercing Paul Newman-blue eyes stared out at her from under sinfully long lashes.
Figures. The first guy worth a second, third, and fourth look to walk into Flotsam and Jetsam, and she was up to her elbows in cleaning solution.
"Do you have a phone I could use?" He shoved his hands in the pockets of his cashmere coat, which he wore over a crisp, white button-down shirt that looked right at home with his pleated charcoal dress pants. "I left mine back at the office."
"Uh, sure." Phone. Shit. She'd forgotten Wayne's Uber. She threw the towel in the sink, squirted some hand sanitizer onto her palms, and reached for her cell on the shelf behind the bar. "Just let me take care of something first."
"No problem." Tall, dark, and scruffy sat his oh-so-fine butt onto the stool a few feet down from the one Wayne had vacated. Sexy and smart. Another plus in Mr. Almost Perfect's column. Almost because in Brooke's world, no one was the total package. Everyone had warts. Some more than others.
"Can I get you a drink while you wait?" She tapped the Uber app on her phone and entered the required information. Type of vehicle, pickup location, destination — which she unfortunately knew all too well, having requested rides for Wayne more times than she could count. "On the house."
"Are you sure this place can afford to give booze away?" His eyes darted around the virtually empty bar. "Your boss might not approve."
She lifted a shoulder. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"Then I'll take a Macallan. Neat."
"You're kidding, right?" She closed the app and slid her cell across the bar to him. "I've got Dewar's and Johnnie Walker Black."
"Make it a Johnnie Walker." He ran a hand through his thick, disheveled locks, pushing them off his face for a nanosecond before they flopped back over his forehead. "Is it always this dead in here?"
"On Tuesdays in January, yeah." She snagged a fresh towel, sprayed some disinfectant on it, and gave the bar top another wipe down. "Hopefully business will pick up once the new Fairway opens down the street."
"New Fairway?" He picked up her phone and started to dial. "I didn't know they were setting up shop here."
"They're breaking ground in the spring." She stowed the disinfectant under the bar and wiped her hands on the towel before chucking it into the sink with the first one. "What are you, some sort of supermarket groupie?"
"Not exactly." He frowned at the phone.
"Straight to voicemail." He slid it back to her. "Better than the alternative, I suppose."
"What's the alternative?" She stuck her phone in her bra.
He grimaced. "You don't want to know."
"I can call you a cab. Or get you an Uber." Like Wayne. Where was he, anyway? His car should be pulling up any minute.
"How about that drink first?" He smiled, showing two rows of blindingly white, perfectly straight teeth that had no doubt made some orthodontist a fortune, and a set of dimples guaranteed to drive women crazy.
"Coming right up." She plunked a rocks glass down on the bar in front of him and took the bottle of Johnnie Walker from the shelf behind her. "You're not from around here, are you?"
The expensive haircut. The crisply pressed pants. The whole Macallan thing. It all reeked of the island. This guy was a Manhattanite through and through. Besides, if he were from the neighborhood, she'd know. One advantage of tending bar — pretty much everyone over the legal drinking age stopped in at some point or another.
"You could say that." Mr. Manhattan propped his elbows on the bar and leaned in so she could smell his cologne, orange and cedar, with a hint of patchouli.
No doubt. A city boy. Probably worked on Wall Street or at some Park Avenue law firm. Normally, she avoided his type like the Ebola virus. Rich and entitled, like her father. Like every one of the boys in her snobby, suburban high school. That's why she'd escaped to the cultural melting pot that was Sunset Park.
So why did this guy press all her sexual hot buttons? Was she that desperate to end her cold streak? Heck, even her baby sister was breaking out of her safety zone and dating one of the doctors at the clinic where she volunteered. Mommy and Daddy approved, of course. But at least she was getting some action. That was a hell of a lot more than Brooke could say.
She measured two fingers of scotch into his glass. "So, what brings you to Brooklyn?"
"Work." He didn't elaborate, just sipped his scotch. Even that was a turn- on, the way his Adam's apple bobbed in the smooth, strong column of his throat. "What about you? What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"
She bent over and rested her forearms on the bar, bringing her face inches from his. Her pathetic attempt at flirting — not exactly her strong suit — for once seemed to be paying off. Heat crackled between them, and she fought the urge to see if his jaw felt as deliciously rough under her fingertips as she imagined. "Who said I was nice?"
"Hey, Brooke." Leave it to Wayne to pick the most inopportune moment to reappear. A streamer of toilet paper trailed from his shoe. Talk about a mood killer. "My Uber here yet?"
She extracted her phone from between her breasts and swiped the screen. "Looks like he's pulling up now. Silver Toyota Prius."
"Thanks." He took his coat from the back of his barstool and toddled toward the exit. "See you tomorrow, doll."
"Not if I see you first," she quipped to his back as he vanished through the door.
Her mystery man studied her over the top of his glass. "Friend of yours, Brooke?"
Her name rolled off his tongue and over his full, kissable lips like sweet, syrupy music, an aphrodisiac that had her body humming like a tuning fork. "Regular. And thanks to him, you've got an unfair advantage over me."
He tilted his head to one side. "How so?"
She stuck her phone in the back pocket of her suede mini skirt. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."
"Eli." Again, he didn't embellish, and she liked that. Short. Simple. To the point.
"Last call," she announced loudly for the sake of the three lost souls left in the place, not counting her and her new friend Eli.
He tapped the rim of his glass. "Might as well hit me again before you throw me out."
She poured him two more fingers of whiskey, nodding to the twenty- somethings on their way out before turning her attention back to her intended target.
"I could use some company while I clean up. It gets awfully lonely around here after closing time."
Ohmigod. Did she seriously just say that? No one would ever accuse her of being shy, but sexually aggressive wasn't in her wheelhouse. What had come over her? It was like aliens had taken over body. Horny, sex-starved aliens.
Eli jerked his head toward the end of the bar, where the homeless guy was fast asleep with his Fireball. "What about him?"
"There's a shelter a few blocks over. I'll have a cab drop him off." She took a shot glass, filled it with a liberal portion of JÃ¤germeister, and lifted it halfway to her mouth. Nothing like a little liquid courage to unlock her inhibitions. "So, what do you say? Are you in a rush to get home? Or can you help a girl out?"
"Well, when you put it that way ..." He clinked his glass with hers. "Far be it from me to abandon a damsel in distress."
Eli Ward smiled as he sipped his crappy scotch. Poor quality of the booze aside, things were definitely looking up.
Not hard, considering how his day had started.
His morning joe — black with two shots of espresso — all over the front of his gray and white pinstripe Robert Graham dress shirt? Check. His driver out sick and not an empty cab to be found in SoHo during morning rush hour? Check.
And then, the trifecta. The rancid cherry on top of his shit sundae.
They'd lost the East Harlem project, the latest in a series of business disasters for Momentum Development. An old sugar refinery in Dumbo. A former elementary school in Stuyvesant. An abandoned warehouse in Flatbush. All snatched from under him at the eleventh hour by his biggest rival in the New York City real estate game, Noel Dupree.
Somehow, some way, Dupree was getting the best of him. Eli had made an art of flying under the radar with his projects until it was time to go public. And that meant working with only the most circumspect, trustworthy people. His vetting process was extensive. But not for the first time he wondered if Momentum had a mole. It was the only explanation he could think of for Dupree's recent successes.
Which was why he'd played it closer to the vest with the East Harlem project. The only people in on it were Eli and his best friend and business partner, Simon Adler. Eli had even left his totally trustworthy PA Ginny out of the loop to be on the safe side.
And, in all likelihood, that meant only one thing. His best friend and business partner was selling him out. Exactly how and exactly why, Eli didn't know. But he was going to find out.
To do that, he needed some space. Otherwise he ran the risk of either tipping Simon off that he was wise to him or punching his face in.
So, he'd run — told a shocked and confused Ginny to cancel his meetings and hopped on a subway to anywhere, winding up thirty minutes from Manhattan in Sunset Park. Which, according to the charming, attentive, and extremely attractive Brooke, was soon to be the site of a new Fairway. What developers like him referred to as a green shoot, a harbinger of gentrification and increased property values.
He logged that fact in his brain and moved on to more pressing matters. Like the fetching female across the bar.
He sat back and studied her as she moved about the room, wiping down tables, pushing in chairs, sweeping the floor. Not his usual type, for sure. Instead of sharp angles and hard edges, she was soft and warm and inviting, with curvy hips and a J-Lo booty he was dying to get his hands on. Raven hair fell in lush, dark waves to her shoulders, framing a face that housed a sensuous mouth begging to be kissed.
And to top it all off, like a red, ripe cherry perched on the seriously scrumptious ice cream sundae his day had transformed into, she had absolutely no freaking idea who the hell he was. No clue he was a member of the Forbes 400. No chance she was after him for his money or his social status. She was just a woman — a damned attractive woman — who seemed like she wanted him as much as he did her.
She caught him staring and gave a thick, throaty laugh. His dick twitched in his pants. Fuck, she was a walking, talking wet dream.
His for the taking. No strings attached. The perfect end to an imperfect day.
He knocked back the rest of his shitty scotch, thunked the empty glass down on the bar, and slid off his stool. "Need a hand?"
She shook her head, sending her blue-black tresses swaying around her face like a velvety curtain. "I'm almost done. Have to count out the night's receipts — what little there are — and lock them up in the office safe."
She swapped the broom for the cash drawer and motioned for him to follow her down a narrow hallway off the back of the bar. She stopped in front of an old-fashioned wood-paneled door with a frosted glass window, took a ring of keys from the belt loop of her super-short mini skirt, and inserted one into the lock. "Here we are. My home away from home."
She pushed the door open and flicked on a grainy fluorescent light overhead. He trailed in after her. When he could drag his eyes away from the seductive sway of her generous ass in the skintight mini, he saw she wasn't kidding about the home away from home thing. The office was like a combination kitchen, bedroom, and workspace, complete with a microwave, mini-fridge, and futon in addition to the traditional desk, chair, and filing cabinets.
He opted for the futon, taking a seat and crossing an ankle over his knee. "Nice digs."
She sat behind the desk and started sorting the cash from the drawer. "I spend enough time here. Figured I might as well make it comfortable."
"You own this place?"
"Manager. Bartender. Jack of all trades. It pays the bills." She stuck the money in an envelope, sealed it, and scrawled something across the front. When she was done, she crossed to the safe and knelt to dial in the combination. The door swung open, and she shoved the envelope inside. "There. All set."
She slammed the safe shut and stood. "I have a surprise for you."
"Oh?" One corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile.
"Not that kind of surprise." An adorable flush crept across her cheeks and one finger toyed with the shiny silver infinity knot that hung between her breasts. His seductress was nervous. Somehow that only served to make her more appealing.
She crossed back to the desk, opened the bottom drawer, and produced a bottle of dark, amber liquid with an all-too familiar label.
"I thought you said you didn't carry Macallan."
"We don't." Two shot glasses joined the bottle on the desk. "This is my boss's private stash."
"Won't he notice it's been raided?"
"He won't miss a couple of shots." She poured two fingers in each glass then added an extra splash for good measure. "Besides, he owes me. I've covered for him twice this week."
She came around to the front of the desk and handed him a glass. He smelled then sipped the top-shelf whiskey, taking in only enough to cover the surface of his tongue, then swirling it in his mouth before swallowing and sighing contentedly. "Now that's how scotch is supposed to go down. Smooth, no burn."
"You've got expensive taste."
"I know what I like." He repeated his sip, swirl, and swallow ritual.
"Is that so?" She took a healthy gulp of scotch and set her glass down on the desk behind her. "See anything else you like?"
"Maybe." He snagged her hand, pulling her down onto the futon. She landed half in his lap and half on the seat beside him. The half in his lap pressed against his crotch, making his disobedient dick twitch again. He polished off his drink faster than good scotch deserved, ditched his glass, and ran a hand up the smooth, pale skin of her leg, stopping just under the hem of her skirt. "Tell me you want this as much as I do."
Excerpted from "The Billionaire in Her Bed"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I really enjoyed this book. The chemistry between Eli and Brook is hot. They both have secrets that make their interaction interesting and heartwarming. I loved the quirky secondary characters. The story keeps you interested from start to finish. If you like this genre you will love this book.
Ok, but nothing new in the plot, glad it was free. Mjw
This book was a whole lot of fun to read. Eli and Brooke were a great match and found the person to love them for who they were. I loved the whole family vibe they had going in the Candy Court. They had a tight knit group who were funny, loyal, and there for each other. And it was sweet the way they embraced Eli without hesitation. The story between Brooke and Eli was hot and flirty. They had a natural connection together and were both simple normal everyday people that made them both easy to like. This was my first book to read by Regina Kyle and she has made me like this group of characters and want to get to know them more. To see a happy ending for Mallory, Simon, and Paige. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley
A chance meeting in a bar, dynamic chemistry, a one night stand that rocks their world, and then they meet again... by chance?? Eli and Brooke both have a reason to be 'hiding out', but when they are together, nothing else matters. A great story and characters that you just have to love. Stories like Billionaire in Her Bed are the reason I read romance.
This was a fun and fast paced sweet read. I like both Eli and Brooke, not to mention Brooke’s building family. The chemistry as great and the story holds your interest throughout. I liked it.
Secrets and chemistry are the main theme for The Billionaire in Her Bed by Regina Kyle. Real estate mogul Eli Ward discovers there’s a mole in his office giving away his plans to purchase and renovate buildings around NYC. While walking the streets of Brooklyn he enters a bar only to meet bartender Brooke Worthington. She has no idea of who he is and that is fine with him; but then Brooke has her secrets. After what was supposed to be a one-night stand, Eli moves into the run-down former candy factory where Brooke lives. Eli is determined to get in on the ground floor of gentrifying the neighborhood, but after spending time with Brooke and her neighbors he has a difficult time wanting to evict them or other hard-working middle class residents of the area. When Brooke discovers who Eli really is fireworks explode, unlike when Eli learns Brooke’s secret. Eli and Brooke have an amazing attraction which Ms. Kyle handles well in her vivid writing. I really loved reading this book and had trouble putting this book down, reading it in one day. Ms. Kyle wove a wonderful story, drawing me in and not letting go until I turned the last page. I highly recommend this book to other readers.
What a great story this is, it hit all the high notes for me. First there's Eli and a wild cast of characters, Brooke hotel heiress who has shunned her family business in favor of living in the Bronx, slinging brews a few nights a week while working of her latest book and did I mention Eli? Right, Eli. Brooke lives in a old building in the Sunset Park neighborhood of the Bronx. She works part time at a local bar, where she meets Eli. As soon as he walks in, she knows he doesn't belong there. He's dressed to nicely and screams money. He also awakens feelings she thought were long past dead. Mentally she counts the days, weeks, stops when she gets to months. She flirts a little, he flirts back and he helps her close the bar and they steam up the office in back. Brooke lives in an old building that has a laundry list of things that are wrong, the owner disinterested in repairs and there are only a handful of tenants. Brooke is determined to keep things together and while parts of the neighborhood are being revitalized, they are worried they'll be out on their backsides when the owner sells the building. The cast of characters that live in the building provide the best comic relief in this book, along with Eli and Brooke. Within a few days Eli is moving into the building. To be closer to Brooke, also to go off radar to figure out who the mole is in his company that is tipping off another big developer in the city and he fears it is his partner and best friend. Meanwhile Brooke, doesn't know who he is, that he's rich (think Forbes) and that he's a developer. They carry on a relationship for several months growing closer, until one night at a required to attend benefit by her parents, she is dumbfounded to see Eli as the host and Spokesperson for the charity. Leaving the stage his sister warns him off there is an angry brunette looking for him and she turns and flees and here comes Brooke. Angry, hurt and the whole gamut of emotions. She half listens to Eli, but doesn't fully hear him out. She leaves, telling him to flake off. Determined to garner support not just from the tenants but the neighborhood, she plans on holding a meeting and will do everything in her power to keep Eli from booting them out of their homes. Meanwhile, Eli is a bear to be around. Brooke holes up in her apartment and doesn't leave, hasn't showered and is living on junk food. The neighborhood meeting soon approaching, can Eli present his plan for the building? Can he win Brooke back over? What about the mole in his company? And what will become of Brooke and Eli? You have to read this book. It has a little bit of everything the banter was hysterical, a little mystery as a small subplot, a crazy group of tenants, some delectable steam and Brooke and Eli. You find yourself hoping things will work out for them. It isn't often I get invested in the end result of the story, this one roped me right in! Great story Regina!! I loved it! **arc from NetGalley and Entangled in exchange for an honest review**
I thoroughly enjoyed this contemporary romance by Regina Kyle. The characters were engaging and likable, and I thought the storyline was fun and entertaining. Watching the relationship develop between the two main characters kept my interest, and I found the book delightful. Eli Ward and Brooke Worthington had a passionate night together. She ends up being tied to Eli's new project, but she doesn't know who he really is, which suits him. Brooke is on a path to further her artistic side, much to the dismay of her family, and she doesn't have time for a relationship. Meeting Eli makes her second guess that, but the secrets between them are hard to overcome Great one by the author! I enjoyed every second spent reading it! Thanks to the author for providing an ARC in return for an honest review.
4 1/2 STARS! A smokin' hot one night stand leads to more than a casual hook-up when life's circumstances bring them together again! The characters are a lot of fun, their supporting cast cracks us up on more than one occasion, and the sweet romance they manage to mix-up during all of their turmoil is something to behold! Really enjoyed this story! Bartender Brooke Worthington thinks it's her lucky day when a hot sexy suit shows up in her bar just before closing time. She hasn't been dating much lately because she's busy working at the bar as well as on her graphic novel, but she's happy to break her sexual dry spell with this stud! She certainly doesn't expect to see him pop up at a neighborhood meeting in the very building she lives in a few days later! Real estate mogul Eli Ward is working on the sly to figure out what's going on at his company, but after Brooke mentioned the night they met that the neighborhood is doing well, he decided to buy and tear down a building to replace it with luxury condos. How was he to know it was where the hottie from the bar lived?? As he casually hangs out with Brooke and her friends, his life actually starts to meld well with hers and he wonders if he can do anything differently with this project that will save the great people in this building from being thrown out on the street. When his secret gets out, will their growing relationship be over?
'The Billionaire in Her Bed' by Regina Kyle is the story of Eli Ward and Brooke Worthington. Brooke is a Graphic Novelist, a Bar Tender and she overseas the Candy Court Tenants Association for her apartment building. Brooke also has a soft heart and helps other along the way. Eli is interested in buying the building that now houses the Candy Court Apartments and flipping in to Luxury Condos. In addition he is trying to find Momentum Mole so he goes undercover of sorts and doesn't let anyone know who he really is. Eli and Brooke had a one night stand when he came into her bar. Brooke thought never to see him again until he showed up and the Candy Court Tenants Association reporting that he will be living in the building for a while. Eli doesn't let Brooke know who he really is or what he is doing there..he kind of likes not being known. Brooke is taken back by seeing her one night stand again and tries to fight her attraction to him but its not working out to well for her. I enjoyed this book! "My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
I loved this story! Brooke and Eli were two people hiding from the world for their own reasons. Brooke because of the pressure and scrutiny of her family. Eli due to a perceived betrayal he is dealing with. While hiding out Eli finds that sometimes doing the right thing for people is just as satisfying as the next big deal. Brooke is the woman who taught him that and he'll do whatever it takes to keep her in his life. Will she want to be there when she discovers his secrets?? I definitely recommend this one. It's a great story with equally great characters. Don't miss it!
Brooke is tending bar at a rundown dive bar when Eli wanders in. He's not their typical customer and immediately catches Brooke's eye. Before long, they've had a one night stand, but then Eli, a wealthy real estate developer, has rented an apartment in the run down building where Brooke lives, totally throwing a wrench into Brooke's life. Eii's plan is to stay under the radar and hide from the saboteur damaging his company while working on his latest project to tear down Brooke's building and build expensive condos. You know what they say about the best laid plans...... Nothing goes as intended and before long he's found himself enmeshed within the lives of the residents and Brooke. This is a sweet and sexy romance that fans of the genre will love. I really enjoyed to sparks between Brooke and Eli, but loved their interactions with the other residents. Put this one at the top of your TBR list, you'll be glad you did.
What a delightful story! The story line has plenty of unique characters that have remarkable interactions. Eli and Brooke both have a secret as well as an intense sexual attraction. Will love conquer all once the secrets come to light? A great read you don't want to miss. I voluntarily read and reviewed this book; all opinions expressed are my own.
Graphic designer and part-time bartender Brooke Worthington has a torrid one-night stand with a mysterious stranger who walks into her seedy bar in Sunset Park one night. She never expects to see him again so imagine her surprise when he turns out to be her new neighbour. Eli Ward is a real-estate mogul from Manhattan but his last few projects have all been snatched from under his nose by a competitor, convinced he has a mole in his organisation her decides to let no-one know about his new projects, something that he thought of when his hot one-night stand let slip about Fairway Supermarkets sniffing around the neighbourhood. Eli decides to go undercover to acquire an apartment building which he will develop into luxury apartments in what looks like an up-and-coming area. He first attempts at going incognito fail spectacularly when he turns up wearing his designer-label clothes but gradually he gains the trust of his neighbours, all whilst planning to move them into alternate accommodation. But the longer he spends with his neighbours the more he comes to question his business model. This felt like a mash-up between the character played by Sandra Bullock in the film Two Weeks Notice and an episode of Undercover Millionaire. Brooke has a heart of gold, she's surrounded by cliches of rom-com - the gay couple and the single mom - she actually comes from a wealthy family but has rejected their cold snobbish attitudes, she's confident and kind and sexy and talented. Eli, on the other hand, appears to be a kind-hearted man with blinkered vision about his business until he learns to see the other tenants as 'real people'. I liked this but it was a little too on the saccharine side for me, a bit too 'nice'. In my opinion it slipped from a romance into an unrealistic, idealised fantasy. I like a bit more grit and real life in my romance. Recommended if you need to read about nice people getting their rewards. I received a free copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
The heart is a tricky vessel. It's a central organ of the body that controls lives. It can be fragile, it can be strong, can feel with emotions that overpower. Can lift one up, tear down and be easily broken, but it's capacity for love is endless. Regina Kyle give this multifaceted treasure free reign in The Billionaire in Her Bed. One women's quest to follow her heart leads her on a trek of self - discovery. She finds herself, but at what cost. Caught between the people she loves and the man she wants is not the best place to be. Eli is a man with secrets and his biggest one is surely going to break her heart. The Billionaire in Her Bed takes soul stirring temptation to a whole new level.